"Is it time to eat?" he asked quickly.
"Yes, I think it is. And I think mother has a surprise for us, too."
"Then my fever's all gone!" exclaimed Bunny. "I'm all better, and I can eat. Then we'll see what mother has."
Never did an ill person get well so quickly as did Bunny Brown just then. He sat up, threw to one side a blanket Sue had spread over him, and called:
"Where's the pie and cake?"
"Here they are," Sue answered, as she took them from a little box under the bushes.
"And where's the milk?" asked Bunny. "Fevers always make folks thirsty, you know. I'm awful thirsty!"
"Here's the milk," said Sue. "I didn't ask mother if I could take it, but I'm sure she won't care."
"No, I guess not," said Bunny, taking a long drink which Sue poured out for him from a pitcher into a glass.
Then Bunny and his sister ate the pie and the cake which their mother had given them that morning when they said they wanted to have a little picnic in the woods. Instead Bunny and Sue had played Indian and soldier, as they often did. First Bunny was a white soldier, and then an Indian, and at last he made believe he was shot so he could be ill. Sue was very fond of playing nurse, and she liked to cover Bunny up, feel his pulse and feed him bread pills rolled in sugar. Bunny liked these pills, too.